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He shudders violently, howling in pleasure. I'm in love with him. To the point where I swallow it all. I want to impress him. I want to serve him. I want to be his, physically and spiritually. I want him to dominate me, to claim me as his possession and to be an object he can use anytime he likes. I want to worship him! So this is what it feels like to be submissive. In this state, technically I'm a slut—his slut. I lay on top of him, giving myself to him like a willing prisoner.

I know the intensity of my words, and I will bear the weight of it. It's a sacrifice I have to pay for my plan to work. He discharges my cheeks, and his arms peel slowly from my waist. I tense, remaining glued at the same spot as he takes a step back, his eyes digging deep through my skin. "Be an obedient and a submissive sub. I don't want to force myself on you. Can you do that?" He takes a step forward, closing the tiny gap he had created earlier. "I want you to be ready for me whenever, however, I need this body of yours. You will surrender and welcome me with a smile whenever I want to fuck you. Can you do that?"

It’s why all his previous submissives came from his pack or became part of his pack. “Why didn’t you just let me die? Wouldn’t it have been easier just to let me die?” Those were the questions Cal found were the trigger to his temper. This female did something to his emotions that he wasn’t prepared for, and it appeared she could replicate to. “Listen to me well, little wolf. I have no interest in ever hearing you speak of dying again. Nor do I have any intention of explaining my reasons to you or anyone else. I look after what I claim as I see fit. I have claimed you as my submissive. As such, you will be grateful for anything

I ask, feeling her tense up. I can swear that she is, and that activates my predatory side, the one that knows that she wants something from me, and that I'm willing to give it to her, but I don't want her one night, I want her to be mine, to be my submissive, will she refuse? I don't know, but I have to try, I have to try to get her to give me her body, and her most desires, desires that I am willing to fulfill to the letter.

Then, she lowered herself to the floor in a submissive kneel, awaiting his next command. His brain was complete mush, and he struggled to form any coherent thoughts. His tired eyes glanced over to see her, obediently playing the role of a submissive slave. His ego swelled with satisfaction, believing that he had finally molded her into what he desired. “You’re dismissed,” his tone was inscrutable. “Thank you, Master,” Visenya replied. “I hope I pleased you well this evening and that you’ll consider my request. You do not owe me any favors, and I ask nothing for myself, only for others.”

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

Section Three: Submissive’s pledge I will do my best to serve my Mister. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. I will reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without fear of judgment or embarrassment. I will bring him any wants and perceived needs of mine. I will not hold past mistakes against him. I will always trust him. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward makin

I said with resignation. "What did I ask for?" Max raised one eyebrow. "Oh so you want to return the favor because I was nice to you?" "Isn't that what you really want?" Max smiled wryly. He suddenly licked the corner of my lips. "Just be my submissive girl." "That's all?" I asked for confirmation. "That's all you mean is not that simple, Skylar. Submissive means not to resist anything I tell you to do and not to disobey anything I forbid. It includes many things and is limitless, so it's not just 'that's all'. Do you understand?"

“I’d like to watch you with a girl” Before he could say anything else I wasn’t letting him ignore the first part of my question. If I had the courage to ask it. The least he could do is answer it. “I want you as my submissive Anna. I don’t know what a normal relationship is. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you. I want to ravish you, and as much as I want to share you and watch you be fucked by other people, I can’t help but feel jealous at the thought. It turns me on if I must be honest. But in truthfulness, I would think of you as my submissive. And I, your Master”, he responded in what I can only describe as truthf

I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops. The characters and settings are Nigerian and I understand there are words and terms you won't understand if you're not Nigerian, so please feel free to leave an inline comment asking what I mean. I'm almost always active so I'd reply ASAP. I hope you give this book a lot of love and support. It would mean a lot to me. Thanks for choosing Subdued!